At Play
The children at play
Were my very own.
At twenty-nine and thirty-one
Already they had grown.
But I taught them to play and play.
They became studious all day and day.
The fun of life
Was satisfied.
Now their children play and play.
My children taught them
In a very fine way.
They had learned that once upon a day.
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